response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind